As you spin this web of deceit
I realize there is no way to retreat.
Barely able to breath
it's impossible to conceive
that every lie you told I believed.
Caught-up in this crazy design of confusion,
your lack of truth
brought life to this illusion.
Was it love or lust
that stole my trust?
Leading me to this path of foolishness,
sown in the silk
of ignorance and guilt,
Not wanting to feel the wrath
of loneliness.
By your many eyes
I've been hypnotized,
brainwashed to the point of no return
Passion is your poison,
and as it flows it burns.
Sanity hanging on by a thread
while thoughts of you
I strain to shed.
You left me cold,
surviving on my blood,
getting closer to my soul.
Leaving me encapsulated,
almost mummified
Suffocating in this web
...barely alive
Oct 1, 2012
Oct 1, 2012 at 1:17 AM UTC
As you spin this web of deceit
I realize there is no way to retreat.
Barely able to breath
it's impossible to conceive
that every lie you told I believed.
Caught-up in this crazy design of confusion,
your lack of truth
brought life to this illusion.
Was it love or lust
that stole my trust?
Leading me to this path of foolishness,
sown in the silk
of ignorance and guilt,
Not wanting to feel the wrath
of loneliness.
By your many eyes
I've been hypnotized,
brainwashed to the point of no return
Passion is your poison,
and as it flows it burns.
Sanity hanging on by a thread
while thoughts of you
I strain to shed.
You left me cold,
surviving on my blood,
getting closer to my soul.
Leaving me encapsulated,
almost mummified
Suffocating in this web
...barely alive
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